I have always declared Hawaii to be my happy place. I dream of Hawaii and I feel happy and at ease. When I am in Hawaii, I don’t want to leave. I have been fortunate to have visited Hawaii both for work and for play. I just celebrated my son’s seventh birthday in Kona and it was a dream.
Ever since I moved to California, for the third time, I have tried to make California my happy place. Well, I am not in love with San Francisco, per se. I find it too crowded, too false and way too crowded. Yes, as a New Yorker I find San Francisco to be way too crowded. However, what I do find delightful are the beaches even though (for this Caribbean girl) these are not real beaches.
The beaches are cold. Really cold. They are large and relatively empty. That, my friends, is my new happy place. I love the empty beaches and the vast waves. I love that dogs can run free and wild. I may be in jeans and a jacket but I am happy catching the large waves. I can sit on the dark, foggy beach, thinking, writing and taking in the “spooky” scene. Inspiration can come hard and fast on the wide cold beach. Haunting tales can bleed from the finger tips. Yes, Indeed a happy place.